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thinking of overstimulating anton until he’s a whimpering mess. he’d be so whiny and would try to kiss you as much as he can just to be less noisy. he’d be so cute too, he loves you so much he always lets you do whatever you want to him, he trusts you fully.😶IM SO DOWN BAD FOR THIS MAN ITS NOT RVEN A JOKE ANYMORE
anon i love the way you think!! i haven't let myself think about overstimulating anton bc if i do i might never be the same, but now you've got me thinking about it, sooo....am i really to blame??
he always strikes me as a bit handsy, i think if you're still jerking him off after he has already cum, he'd gasp and try to pull your hand away
"you're so pretty when you cum, toni, can't you show me again?" you'd ask sweetly, and anton secretly lovesss when you dote on and compliment him, so he'd nod his head and squeeze his eyes shut. soon enough, he's bucking into your hand and covering his mouth as he cums again. he's shaking and pulling you down to kiss him through the mix of pain and pleasure, too embarrassed to listen to his own desperate noises.
if you're riding him, he tries so hard to wait until you finish to cum himself, but your walls are so soft and gummy, and they're squeezing him just right, and sometimes he's cumming before he can even try to stop himself.
you keep riding him, bringing yourself to your own orgasm, and he tries to stop you, to pull you off of him, but his grip is too weak. you compliment him again, tell him how perfect he is, and he'd do anything for you, so his hands end up falling back on the bed lamely.
in these moments he struggles the most keeping his noises in, whining and babbling quietly about how sorry he is, how it's too much, he can't take it. despite his words, he's thrusting his hips up to meet yours. when he sees that you're cumming, how beautiful you look fucking yourself through it, he's spilling into you again, pulling you down to kiss him more.
i think two would be his limit, but a day might come when you feel like it's the right time to push him further, see if he can come apart for you a third time. of course he says he can't, begs you to stop, but the burn feels so good, he can't help the way he's fucking into your hand/cunt. he's so overwhelmed by the sensation that he can't even speak, tears falling down his cheek as he sobs through another orgasm, too weak to even pull you down for a kiss.
SYNOPSIS when you ask your dominant boyfriend if you can dominate him instead
WARNINGS pet names, nipple play, no mentions of protection, creampie, biting, kissing, very messy kissing, penetration (reader receiving), teasing, implied shower sex
WORD COUNT 1221
♫ woo - hiko
a/n day eleventh of kinktober! not proofread i’ve honestly never thought of wonbin as the submissive type so this was very fun to think of and write. thank you anonie! > < like always, if you enjoyed please consider liking and reblogging! ty!
As long as you’ve been with Wonbin he has never shown any interest in being submissive, always taking charge in and outside of the bedroom. His caring and protective nature with you intrigued you wondering if he could ever be something other than dominant towards you. So, one night while the two of you laid in bed you asked him if he’d ever had thoughts of being dommed. He hums pondering on his answer before replying with a, “No, not per se?”
Cocking your head you ask if that meant the thought has maybe crossed his mind once or twice. Wonbin simply shrugs saying only once and if you had intentions with these questions. Flustered you try to hide your inflamed face trying to brush it off as innocent curiosity. He teases you, grabbing you by the chin to face him, asking you if you were wanting something. You nod to which he moves his head signaling you to continue, chewing on your bottom lip as you try and gather your thoughts.
“I’ve been really curious on how it would feel like to, you know, dom you?” You paused before saying the last part of your sentence, dropping your head to hide face first into the crook of his elbow refusing to show your face. He laughs at your embarrassment, reassuring you it wasn’t an awful question, cupping your face into his hands wanting to clarify he was more than happy to try things at least once or twice. You open your mouth to protest but Wonbin is quicker reassuring you he wanted to try, silencing you with a passionate kiss. You’re nervous at first unsure of what to do with your hands but quickly fall into a rhythm as you deepen the kiss, fingers interwoven in his hair. The tiny noises you’re able to pull from him as you bite down onto his bottom lip, tugging it back between your teeth gives you confidence, lowering Wonbin back flat against the mattress as you move to straddle him.
“You’re so handsome,” you cooed at him, one hand cupping his jaw whilst you kissed down the left side of his neck. Leaving wet open mouthed kisses periodically stopping to leave hickies against his collarbone being sure to leave them in easy to hide places; the stylists being more than grateful for that. Confidence oozed from you as you moved your knee to sit in between his legs, gently bringing it up to add pressure. Wonbin’s eyes widen seemingly unsure by the sensation but tilting his head back as you begin to slowly move it in circles, mumbling expressing how it felt too good. It doesn’t take long before he’s gripping your thigh, his hips thrusting up to meet with your knee, his head tipped back with his hair slightly stuck to his sweat covered forehead. He looked like a dream, trailing your hands up to rub your thumb pads over his nipples, pinching them in between your thumb and forefingers. Moans fall from him like honey, his eyes scrunched together as he begins to beg for you. Pride swells in your chest feeling proud of yourself for getting your boyfriend like this, leaning forward, taking his face into your hand to have him properly face you as you spoke.
“Have you been good enough?” You questioned, looking into his eyes, wet with need and bliss. Wonbin nods promising to be even better for you just needing you so badly. Seeing your usually very dominant boyfriend beg for you this desperately made it impossible to tease him for too long, giving in by pulling off his boxers. His poor dick lays heavy against his lower abdomen, the tip a dark red and leaking so much it was almost practically impossible to keep a grip on it. Your movements start off slow loving the way his body shuttered and voice cracked when he tried to speak, babbling he wanted more. You told him not to be greedy but the truth was you loved hearing how badly he needed you, removing your hand much to his dismay, kicking off your panties and going back to straddling Wonbin. You take his dick back into your hand, raising your hips, teasing the tip in between your folds. Wonbin grips the pillow underneath his head, mouth hung open as you teased him with the idea of penetrating you; but not yet giving him the satisfaction of doing so. Pulling him into a kiss you finally lower your hips allowing him to sink into you, his moans being swallowed alongside your own, giving yourself a few seconds to familiarize with his size before lifting your hips up. Putting the entirety of your weight into your thighs, you bounce against his lap, Wonbin swearing under his breath as he makes out with you messily. He’s completely out of it, his hair a mess against the pillow, his fingers gripping your forearms so tightly they’re sure to leave bruises in their wake. He feels so good in you, reminding him that he’s doing such a good job in between shared kisses and moans.
The pressure building in your stomach made you groan in between clenched teeth asking Wonbin how he was doing, being answered with whines and a shaky hand pressed against your stomach. He was close, dangerously close even, and it was evident that neither of you would last much longer. Clenching around him you lean back down to kiss his face before catching his lips, begging for him to cum, that he had done so well. Wonbin wraps his arms loosely around your shoulders, fingers interlocking on the nape of your neck, as he focuses on his orgasm. His stomach rises and falls fast, the pressure building in his stomach being released as you clenched around him, your teeth sinking into the soft flesh that connected his neck to his shoulder. Wonbin throws his head back, cumming in you as you reach your own climax, whimpering against his skin as you shakily ride him through each other’s highs. His swollen lips brush alongside yours as he breathes heavily, his mind completely blank from his orgasm. You go to pull out but Wonbin wraps his legs firmly around yours, shaking his head as he pleads for you to stay put, not ready for you to leave. Obliging you lay your head against his chest listening to his racing heartbeat as you tried to settle yours, blinking fast to keep yourself from falling asleep instantly.
Once Wonbin decided he was ready, you take your trembling legs, using them to lift up your hips, the lewd noise of Wonbin exiting you making you gasp. You can feel both your arousals leaking down your hole and thighs, Wonbin muttering you looked way too hot for him to focus, you playfully telling him to be quiet with a smack against his bare chest. He sits up, giving you an affectionate kiss before suggesting you two take a shower to clean up, smirking at him as you question if this would be a quick in and out shower.
“Is it ever a quick shower with us?” He playfully questioned, guiding you on shaky legs to the bathroom, making love with you pressed against the glass doors moaning his name for the entire dorm to hear.
+*:🍓:*﹤smut w a little plot, sub!anton, roommates/friends to lovers, unprotexted sex, edging, wet dreams, palming, blowjobs, light nipples touching, petnames: baby boy, anton calls reader noona, switching povs, fem reader, clit rubbing / wc: 5k / masterlist
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anton can't sleep.
he tosses and turns just to wake up two hours later, hot, sweaty, and heaving. he writes it off as having nightmares, but that doesn’t explain the hard-ons he always has. he considers getting one off to help him relax, and that works for the first two nights. then, in the days that follow, it's like no matter how long he goes at it, getting himself all whiny and desperate, he can't cum. that realization only makes it harder to stay asleep, lucky if he dozes off for forty minutes.
it's so aggravating. during lecture, he can barely keep his eyes open, but when his head hits the pillow, it's like he can't shut his mind up.
tonight, he gives up around 1 am after going in and out of sleep for an entire hour. he's restless but exhausted, and his mood is shot when you walk in the apartment. you had a long shift, so you can’t wait to snuggle in bed and watch a couple of comfort movies. you stop by the kitchen on your way to your room, unable to ignore your roommate's quiet grumbles.
“anton?” you call out, but his back is turned toward you, and he's still mumbling to himself, fiddling with a container.
“sweetheart, is everything alright?” you ask, placing an arm on his shoulder and gently turning him toward you.
“m fine, can't get this stupid box open.” he mumbles grumpily. in his hands, a box of hot cocoa packets is bent out of shape. you look at him in question (how did he bend the box like that? they aren't hard to open), but your attention is instead drawn to his features.
to put it short, he looks terrible. his eyes are puffy and red like he's been crying, his hair is tangled like he hasn't brushed it in days, and his oversized shirt is hanging off his shoulder, wrinkled and stretched out like he’s been pulling at it.
“do you need help?” you reach for the box, but he moves out of your way, tucking the box to himself protectively as he continues struggling with it.
anton knows he looks stupid, struggling to open this goddamn box, but ever since his problem of not getting off started, he hasn't been able to look you in the eyes. every time you guys make eye contact, he feels ashamed.
what’s frustrating is that he doesn’t know why. you're beautiful, and he can't lie and say he's not attracted to you, but he's never thought about you in a sexual way, because he’s put in great effort to not do so.
so why is it hard to be around you all of a sudden? he can’t help but feel sad about the circumstances, as he was enjoying the friendship you two had been building for the past three months.
“i got it.” he mutters again, tone sharp and stern. you watch him for a couple seconds and conclude that he doesn't in fact have it.
“are you sure, toni? i can-”
“i said i've got it.” he snaps, voices suddenly raised and face scrunched up in annoyance. you slightly flinch at his outburst, a wave of your own irritation washing over you.
“excuse me?” you ask, offended by his tone. his face falls and he turns away from you again. seconds later, his shoulders begin to shake with his sobs.
he wishes you would leave him alone, because having your eyes on him makes him feel things he can’t explain. he just wants to have some hot cocoa, get off, then go the fuck to sleep.
“oh, toni.” you coo, mood softening as you begin rubbing his back. “what's the matter?”
you and anton aren’t extremely close, and not by lack of trying. you’re so attracted to him, but love being his friend and don’t want to mess it up by asking him out. despite that, you've never seen him in this state before. his usually cheerful, even charismatic personality is completely gone, turned into something snappy and miserable.
“i'm so tired.” he says, his voice shaky and so quiet you almost don’t hear him. the palms of his hands come to rub his eyes aggressively. “can't sleep, no matter what i do.”
you wonder how long he had to be in this state to be acting like this, feeling a bit guilty that you hadn't noticed the signs earlier. you think for a second about how to help.
“i was going to go watch some movies in bed.” you offer after a few moments of silence. “do you want to join me? it might be nice to have some company for a little bit.”
he lowers his hands from his eyes and thinks about your offer. you guys have huddled in bed for movies before, so it isn’t a wild suggestion, and your bed is always so warm, multiple blankets and plushies adding extra cushion. he turns around, ignoring the heavy feeling he gets from looking at you.
“here, i'll even make this for you.” you gently remove the box from his hands, ripping its cardboard flap and opening it with ease. he looks at you in surprise for a second, then nods.
“okay, why don't you go get settled and i'll be there in a minute?”
he pads softly to your room, shoulders slumped and feet dragging.
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anton is buried underneath your duvet and blankets, only his eyes up to his forehead visible when you walk into your bedroom.
“comfy, are we?” you ask with a light chuckle, reaching out to hand him his cocoa. he sits up in bed and takes the mug. after changing into pajamas in the bathroom, you settle into your own space and pull up a selection of movies on your phone.
“how's the cat returns?” you ask, watching as he downs the drink and snuggles back into the sheets.
“fine.” he mumbles, eyes droopy. you feel bad for him again, hoping he'll be able to get some sleep tonight.
you get through that and a third of coraline when you hear anton huff loudly. you glance down to see that he's snuggled up by your chest, eyes shut and breath even. he’s never slept in your bed before, but you don’t want to wake him up from some much needed rest. you take a moment to appreciate his beauty. in the glow from your bedside lamp, you can see his rosy cheeks and furrowed eyebrows, and your heart swells with fondness. maybe this will make you guys even closer. you smile in triumph and continue the movie.
ten minutes later, you hear it. you ignore it the first time, but it happens again soon after. anton lets out a faint whimper. for a second, you think he's talking to you, but he doesn't respond when you call out his name. instead, he full-on moans.
“n-noona.” he mumbles. the blankets have fallen from his chest and pooled around his pelvis, and you see his hips twitch slightly. “please…”
was he…having a wet dream?
surely not, you tell yourself. the circumstances of this happening are quite unlikely.
“y/n…need you.” he whines quietly, and your eyes jump to the size of saucers.
he was having a wet dream about you?!
your cheeks heat up, feeling flattered but scandalized. he doesn't say anything else, but his breath picks up rapidly, becoming more choked off as it progresses. seconds later, he jerks awake, gasping and panting, his fingers tangled into the blankets. you watch as he squeezes his eyes shut and tries to slow down his breath. then, he opens them again and looks up from your chest.
“oh, noona, did i wake you? i'm sorry.” he asks, voice thick and words slurred.
you ignore the way hearing him call you that now makes you hot all over, arousal manifesting in your panties. he sits up with messy hair and puffy cheeks. is he just going to pretend like he wasn't dreaming about you?
“what?” you scoff, a smile tugging at your lips. you can't help but laugh at how weird this situation was.
“sorry for disturbing you, i'll head back to my room now.” you watch in disbelief as he sluggishly stands up from the bed and not-so subtly covers his boner with his large shirt.
the truth is, anton can't wait to get out of your vicinity. your scent is stuck to his clothes, and he doesn't know why he likes it so much. that shameful feeling is back, and he wants it off his skin.
“wait, anton.” you call out, dropping your phone on the sheets and just barely catching his wrist.
shit. he turns back to you, eyes falling to your mouth, and he could've sworn you were almost…smirking?
“did you get to sleep?” you ask, but your eyes lack genuine curiosity.
“oh, yeah, i guess i did.” he answers awkwardly, looking everywhere but your eyes. he’s so cute, and his nervousness makes you feel empowered.
“what did you dream about?”
“what?” he looks at you finally with a look of confusion.
“dreams? did you have any?” you slowly lead him to sit back down. he follows easily, pulled back onto your soft, comfortable blankets.
“uhm, no, not that i remember.”
“you can't remember what you dreamt about?” you ask, incredulous. he looks away for a second, thinking, then turns back to you and shakes his head.
“i think i've been having nightmares a lot recently. i keep waking up on the verge of a panic attack.” he explains. you hum in contemplation. you can’t help but wonder if any more of these “nightmares” have actually been wet dreams, and if so, how many of them have been about you.
slowly, your hand trailed along his thigh, and you delight in the sound of his breath hitching. his body is tense, eyes looking at you in question. “but that's alright, i guess i don't w-want to if they were that scary.” he stutters as your hand trails higher and higher. you’re giving him a sultry look, and he wonders if this is going where he thinks it’s going, and is surprised to realize maybe he wants it to go there, despite it being so sudden.
“that's interesting, because i think i know what you dreamt about, and why you can't get to sleep.” you say, circling your finger around a spot right on his hip. they twitch under your touch, and you almost coo again watching him try to restrain himself.
you’re not sure where you suddenly got the nerve to act like this, but you say to hell with it. you’ve been harboring a crush on him ever since you became his roommate, and he obviously shares the same desire, if his subconscious is anything to go off of. his shy demeanor only makes you more confident. you move on from his hip and slide a hand up his loose shirt.
anton’s almost relieved by your statement—he wants almost nothing more than to have a full night's rest—but he finds it hard to focus on your words as your nails lightly scrape his skin. his eyelids flutter prettily.
“when was the last time you came?” you ask abruptly, causing anton’s eyes to snap open.
“i’m sorry?”
“you likely can't go to sleep because you're so tense. when you do, you can't stay asleep because you keep having wet dreams about me that eventually wake you back up.” you’re not sure if the last part is true, but that’s your working theory. you watch as he struggles to comprehend your statement as you graze a couple of fingers over his nipple, voice catching in a gasp.
“what are you talking about? i'm not even having inappropriate thoughts about you.” he defends, because he tries so hard to not have inappropriate thoughts about you. he doesn’t want to be a pervert and take advantage of the friendship you guys have, so he pushes away any sexual thoughts that creep up in his mind. sometimes it’s so hard, but he values your company so much, and doesn’t want to upset you.
“oh, yeah? so when you moaned, ‘y/n noona, i need you’ in your sleep, you weren't having inappropriate thoughts about me?” you ask, over-exaggerating the way he moaned. his eyes squeeze shut at the feeling of you tugging on his nipple, then you trail your hand back down to lightly trace his bulge. his hips lift towards your hand, and you pull it away.
even in his aroused, half-asleep mind, your words make sense. why he feels shame looking at you, why he’s always rock solid when he wakes up. it’s not a far fetch to think he’s been having sexual dreams, nor is it to wonder if those dreams are about you, since you’re the only person he’s been attracted to lately.
you wrap your hand around his member through his pants, snatching him out of his thoughts.
“f-fuck.” he gasps quietly, surprised at your actions. “what are you doing?”
“did you think you could get off on the thought of me and i wouldn't take up the opportunity to finally fuck you?”
questions swim around in his head. have you been wanting to have sex with him? you’ve been thinking about him inappropriately this whole time? the mere idea of you finding him attractive gets him even more hot and bothered, but he has no time to dwell on these thoughts once you start palming him roughly through his sweatpants.
“oh, g-god.” he whimpers out after a few minutes, hips finally bucking into your touch. “please, ‘m close.” his breath quickens again, uneven and harsh like it was in his sleep. his cheeks are dusted with baby pink, embarrassed about how close he’s gotten so quick, but he can’t help it. you’re so beautiful and you’re touching him and he’s realizing maybe his feelings are bigger than he previously thought.
“you're gonna cum from humping my hand?” you ask, unimpressed. “we haven’t even started yet.”
your words make him feel like he’s being boiled alive. part of him can’t believe this is happening, but he’s so desperate to please you. anton gasps, pushing his hips back onto the blankets to get away from the stimulation.
“please, stop. wanna last.” he begs. he’s so cute, all weak and compliant, and you want to tease him more, see how long he holds out, but you can tell how much he wants to last, so you relent. he mumbles weak “thank you”s as he comes from the edge, and once his breathing returns to normal, you straddle him. he opens his eyes and looks at you in question, audibly gulping when he sees your dark, hungry gaze. he starts a sentence, but you cut him off as you grind your cunt against his member.
“god, y/n.” he groans, throwing his head back into the pillows.
“sorry, you were saying?” you ask, giggling meanly. you keep the movement up, building a rhythm while watching him struggle to string words together.
“i can’t– ahh– can’t believe t-this is happening.” he manages, interrupted by a particularly rough grind. for a second, his head catches on the opening of your cunt, and even through two layers of clothing, the feeling has him reeling.
“hm.” you sigh into the feeling and accept the fact that you were gonna have to throw these underwear away. “why’s that?”
“you’re so pretty a-and nice and– fuck, fuck, need you, please.” he whimpers out, echoing the words he spoke while asleep. you take in the sight of him, and he just looks so beautiful, brown hair fanning out beneath him. his lips are red from him biting them, and you can’t resist the temptation to lean down and kiss him. he tastes a little like the cocoa he had earlier.
it starts out slow, anton taking a couple of seconds to comprehend the situation, overcome his shock, and actually kiss you back. then it becomes more of him panting against your mouth, hips jerking erratically under your weight.
you still don’t want him to finish just yet, so you lift off of him and ignore the displeased whine he lets out. you pull his sweatpants off slowly while lightly scratching the skin of his thighs, reveling in the sharp gasp he takes. he’s so responsive, so fun to play with.
“oh,” you whisper, shocked to realize he’s not wearing underwear. “so what’s this? were you expecting to come in here and get your dick wet?” you ask in disbelief, eyeing his cock. it’s about average, but thick, and just thinking about having that in you has your pussy throbbing. you’re just teasing, but your words break anton into a cold sweat.
“n-no! no– these are m-my pajamas.” he explains desperately, words clipping off into a whine as you lift his hard cock with two fingers then let it flop back down. you can’t help but be mesmerized by it. it was a deep shade of pink, almost red, and a white bead of precum was forming at the tip. you subconsciously lick your lips at the sight. you professionally move on from the fact that anton doesn’t sleep with underwear on in favor of running your tongue across the slit of anton’s dick.
he let out a choked sound and his hips jerk violently, but you’re able to back up before his penis collides with your nose.
“toni, if you want me to touch you here, you have to be still.” you warn, one hand coming to rest on his hip.
“sorry, sorry, i can do that. i can-” his rambling is cut off by you taking his entire head into your mouth. “shit, shit, i– ‘m.” his hands come to tangle into your hair, but you pull off of his dick and place his arms back by his side. you don’t say anything, but you’re sure he gets the command.
“gonna cum already, baby boy?” you ask teasingly, rubbing his wrists gently. his breath hitches at the pet name, and you make a mental note to revisit that later.
“no,” he mumbles defensively. your eyebrow lifts in suspicion, but you take his word for it.
“if you get close, let me know, okay?” you hold eye contact while saying it, and he responds with a nod. “no, baby. answer with your words. can you do that for me?”
“i’ll let you know, promise.” he says, nodding quickly, so desperate to get your mouth back on his dick. you’re not sure how much you believe him, but you oblige, slowly taking his member into your mouth inch by inch. since he’s on the shorter side, it doesn’t take long for you to bottom out, his tip barely even reaching the back of your throat, but he’s hot and heavy on your tongue.
you wait and adjust for a second then begin a pace. under you, anton doesn’t say anything, the only communication being his gasps and grunts. you can tell he’s close by the way his hips stutter, desperate to buck up into the wet heat, but still, he doesn’t say anything. you pull off his dick to instead suck at the head, tongue sliding across and dipping into the slit. almost immediately, anton verbally explodes.
“stop! stop, please– too much, ahh–” he rambles, stuttering around portions of a sentence. he’s so embarrassed, but it’s not his fault you’re playing his body like a fiddle.
you love the sound of him begging, so you keep up the ministrations a bit longer until his whines are so loud that he’s practically screaming, squirming on your blankets. you pull off again and rub up and down his thighs slowly. he gasps and pants as he comes down, so tense, and his cock is even more red, twitching as a steady stream of precum leaks out of the tip. it’s so vulgar that it almost drives you insane, and you’re starting to think you’re gonna lose it if you don’t sit on his cock in the next few minutes, but you push through it.
“aw, that looks like it hurts. want me to help you, or should i just leave you like this?” you ask, rubbing lightly at the head. in anton’s sleep-deprived, sexually frustrated mind, he can’t see how much you want him, how you’re just as desperate as he is, and thinks you’re serious.
“no, please, please, don’t leave me, it hurts so bad.” his hips jump lightly, drawing your attention to his member in an effort to prove his point. “i can’t–can’t get off alone, need you.” he can’t even fathom the thought of you leaving him like this, tender and submissive and so, so hard.
you can’t help but coo at that. you slip your pajamas and underwear, as well as his shirt, off, then straddle him again. you grind your cunt against his member again, this time without the barrier of clothing. before he can beg, you crash your lips into his, swallowing any small sounds that try to escape.
you kiss him until your lips hurt, making up for all the time you spent silently pining after him, not knowing he wanted you just as bad. when you pull away, he’s struggling to catch his breath and looking at you like you hung the stars.
“you’re s-so stunning, i c-can’t believe you l-like me.” he mumbles through stuttered breaths. his hands lay awkwardly by his sides, and you lift them up to rest on your hips. his thumbs rub circles into them shyly, which causes your heart to swell up.
“how could i not like you, sweet boy? you’re so handsome and smart, so caring.” you run your hand through his tangled hair, gently undoing a couple of knots as you remember the traits and quirks that made you like him from the beginning. he practically melts into your touch and praise, but you’re not done with him just yet. you raise your hips and lean into his ear.
“you’ve been such a good boy, do you want me to fuck you now?” you barely get the question out before he’s nodding again, all eager at the idea of finally feeling your walls against his cock.
anton watches with slow, bated breath as you line your opening up with his length, but then you actually take it in, bottoming out with no hesitation, and his eyes roll into his head. he screams, but the sound is muffled due to his teeth trapping his bottom lip. you sigh in pleasure while letting yourself adjust to the feeling, then study his features as you clench around his dick.
his eyebrows furrow, and he lets out another high-pitched keen, and you’re mesmerized by his beauty. anton’s grip on your hips tightens as you lift up and slide back down, but you feel a bit annoyed that his eyes remain closed.
“look at me, toni.” you request, hands resting on his chest to support your weight. his eyes barely open, fluttering like it’s a struggle, and you can't help but think again that he’s just so cute. you want to destroy him.
“good job.” you praise and graze his nipples with your fingers. his hips jerk at the sensation, pushing himself deeper into you, and you squeeze your eyes shut momentarily as a wave of pleasure washes over you. you breathe through it in an attempt to hold on to some sanity. on the next inhale, you pick up the pace, sliding his length in and out of you rapidly.
“oh, oh god- fuck, th-that’s so good, you’re so good.” anton rambles, his voice strained and high-pitched in a way you’ve never heard before. you’re instantly obsessed with the sound and make a tsk-ing noise when he bites his bottom lip. you lift your hand off of his chest and squish his cheeks. his bottom lip juts out in a forced pout.
“none of that, baby boy. i wanna hear you.”
“-t’s embarrassing.” he mumbles weakly, which tapers off into another moan as you sink down fully and roll your hips. you throw your head back, feeling his thick size touch you in places you’ve never reached. you pick up a rhythm of sliding him in and out of you a couple of times then bottoming out and rolling your hips.
“damn, anton. you f-feel amazing.” you moan, stuttering when his hips buck into your own. you look back at him and his eyes are still open, and he’s giving you that look again, the one that makes you want to shy away under all of that adoration. before you can, he throws his head back, baring his pretty, flushed neck as another high-pitched noise rips its way out of his throat.
you still on his lap and ignore the frustrated noise he lets out. next to his ear, you whisper, “not yet, toni. don’t you want to make me feel good too?”
he nods dumbly, unaware of how good he’s already making you feel. his eyes are empty and glossed over as you guide his hand to your clit. he rubs it experimentally, and your pleased sigh has him speeding up a bit, pressing a little harder to hear more of those sounds from you.
his entire body is tense and burning hot, so close to the release he’s been chasing for a week, and watching your beautiful body react to his touch only makes it worse. he wants to get you there first, but when you roll your hips down again, he doesn’t think he can do it.
“p-please don’t move, please, please.” he begs, words slurring and eyes shining with desperation. he’s so deeply submitted to you that it’s almost unbearable, and you have the sudden need to please him, make him cum so hard he forgets his name, then kiss him to sleep. you support your weight with your shaky arms and lift your hips up.
“fuck me, baby. don’t you wanna cum?” you ask, putting on your sweetest voice for him.
“fuck yeah, yes, need it.” anton grunts out. he wraps your arms around his neck and grips your hips tightly before roughly thrusting into your cunt.
“oh, fuck, toni–” you gasp out with your face burried in his neck. his desperation shows through his lack of rhythm, his strokes uneven and harsh. he’s hitting your sweet spot so aggressively it feels like you might lose your mind, then his hand comes to rub your clit again, the grip on your waist strong enough to hold you up with one hand.
“oh, god. cum, please cum, i-i can’t hold it.” he begs, words interlaced with keens and gasps. despite your previous permission, he’s still so desperate to please you, even with wet cheeks and eyebrows furrowed in agony. the sight, the feeling of him pounding into your sweet spot, and the harsh, uneven rubbing on your clit sends you into overdrive. you cum so hard your hearing almost goes out, but you can faintly make out his muffled screams, and you feel him cream in you, hot fluids spilling back over his cock as he works himself through it.
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eventually, the air stills, and for the first time in hours, anton’s tense body fully relaxes, his bones melding into your pillows. you lift off of him to let him fully catch his breath, and slip into the bathroom. his eyes are closed when you return, and flutter open when he feels something warm and wet touch his skin.
you’re clean now, having wiped yourself down in the bathroom, and he’s silent as you clean him up as well. his blinks are slow like his eyelids are heavy, and you’re overwhelmed with the desire to leave kisses all over his puffy cheeks.
you put discarded clothing as well as any dirty blankets in your laundry basket, then climb under the duvet with him. he’s warm and cozy when you pull him to lay on your chest again.
it’s silent for a few minutes, but you know he’s not asleep, because his breath is irregular.
“...noona?” he calls out so quietly you’re surprised you hear it, alert to make sure he’s got everything he needs, so you hum in response.
“did you mean it? that you think i’m…handsome, and stuff?” he mumbles. his voice is so soft and sweet that you just wanna eat him up, but you don’t wanna disturb his comfort.
“i meant every word, anton. i’ve adored you since we met.” you confess while running your fingers through his fluffy, tangled hair.
moments of silence pass.
“i think i’ve been denying my crush on you for the past four weeks.” he whispers again, almost uncertain. his words have your heartbeat picking up, the idea of him reciprocating your romantic feelings makes you so happy you could jump on the bed, because you don’t know how you would’ve gone back to being just friends after tonight.
similar thoughts run through anton’s mind. he can’t believe he didn’t see his feelings for you sooner. it feels like after a full week, he’s finally able to relax into his skin again. you’re so comforting, and remembering how you took care of him gives him butterflies. curiously, he looks up at you, and your eyes are staring back at him, as soft and sparkly as they’ve always been. he can’t believe how deep his feelings for you actually run.
your lips curl into a big smile, then you're suddenly cupping his cheeks and pressing warm, wet kisses all over his face.
“so cute. you’re so, so cute. i can’t resist any longer.” you say through smooches. he grunts in feigned annoyance, pretending that his heart isn’t threatening to jump out of his chest. you lay him back down, but he still has one question on his mind.
“noona, w-will you…be my girlfriend?” his uncertain tone is back, despite everything.
“i better be.” you say lightly, half-joking. you continue running your fingers through his hair, and anton’s eyelids become so heavy that he can’t keep them open despite wanting to stay here in this moment with you.
you want to be sure before you drift off yourself, so you wait for a few more minutes, and then his breath evens out, and anton falls asleep.
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a/n : this story on ao3 <33 pls lmk if i missed any tags i should add! this is my first ff so it's lacking, but i tried my best to fix up any obvious plotholes!!
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we need more sub anton from you you just get him like …….
I JUST GET HIM?! anon...kiss me 🤭🤭🤭 let's do a sub!anton drabble ♡
anton who would struggle cumming :( he's easily stressed and this takes a toll on his body. it's hard for him to relax, but luckily he has you!! you always know how to make him feel good
ofc, he tries to get himself off but it just gets him more frustrated and upset, his cock hanging helplessly in his sweats when he knocks on your bedroom door. maybe he doesn’t even say anything, just comes to you with this pitiful expression. he’s a bit shy about it, not wanting to bother you but it hurts so bad
you know that look in his eyes well, so you pat the spot beside you on your bed, closing your laptop to give him your whole attention ♡
he accepts the invitation with a small pout, almost begrudgingly, but inside he's so relieved, grateful that you just get him, that you have time for him and don't judge him
you like to ask him what's wrong, why he's so upset, just to see his cheeks get even more flushed while trying to say embarrassing words
his shy demeanor doesn’t last long; soon he's holding your head in place as you run your tongue along his length. his hips twitch hesitantly, but you flick your tongue across his slit repeatedly and he can't hold himself back, full-on fucking into your mouth, noises raspy and desperate
"sso goo- mm, fuck-- need it so b-bad" he whines, and he's the type to try to be quiet at first, but you break him down easily, being egged on by his pathetic noises
when you pinch at his inner thigh and run your fingers over his balls, he's tensing harshly, body stiff and voice catching in a choked-off groan as he finally cums, a few tears escaping his eyes at the relief he feels
as you wipe the stray tears away, he's looking at you in awe, timidly asking if you guys can keep going, cause he feels a bit better, but he's still so hard
✧･ﾟ: *
a/n : lmk any tags i should add <3
edit : guys i tried to add cute little photos to this but they wouldn't crop right </3 maybe cause it's an ask?
